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asked me for a cigarette as i was standing outside bardens boudoir. i said sorry and he walked on. as he was walking past the nearby bus stop, a bendy bus came in to dock, opened the doors, and three other drunken irishmen spilled out, nudging him slightly as they did so. he instantly assumed a cartoon boxing position and they proceeded to punch the hell out of eachother for a good minute or so - indiscriminately too, the people who'd piled off the bus didn't seem to mind that they were mostly hitting eachother. then they all laughed, said irish things, and went their separate ways.

I was in Edinburgh on St Patrick's Day a couple of years ago, walking along one street there was a group of guys in Ireland rugby shirts, whenever they passed some guys in green tshirts the following exchange would take place: